*
immobilized I thrive
I have certainties
I never thought of
I feel put and safe
as I lost much of me
.
.
*
immobilized I thrive
I have certainties
I never thought of
I feel put and safe
as I lost much of me
.
.
*
not aware
of the season
I am in confused
by what used to be
normalcy
difficult is my new
ground hard to plow
to distinguish for
sure impossible
to thread on
.
.
*
in the forever land
where we land with no bones
nor clothes there
is it forever night
or forever day
.
can we hope for
a tomorrow where there is no
sunrise or sundown
or we being everywhere
will be forever
.
or we being forever now
can expect to be
everywhere blinded
to the light or
to the darkness
.
*
so the spell is cast
I have been transformed
rather quickly into
a tree well planted in a bed
.
I can’t go anywhere – fast
.
physically only energy runs
now through the roots
branches and hair spread
everywhere around the room
.
I will adjust to this
miracle straight from a grim
fairy tale so light may seep
through tracing a path
.
*
one step after another
I call for my pain to be gone
the bird’s song almost
lost among the cars passing
I seek a new melody
I move toward steady healing
on my daily walks
.
*
time goes by with no stopping
sliding doors of death
opening and closing at each
.
passing I try to grasp
those words attached as
.
tiny light in darkness
coloring the pitch hues
of me trapped in sickness
.
*
out of darkness
I hear my steps
defining the path
I barely see ahead
behind me far away
echoes the lights
.
blown away by
the summer tempests
two seasons ago
yet no healing
standing defined
no hope calling out
.
.
*
frozen are my lips
in a January twilight’s
one of many still ones
silent and clear
as crystal drops
suspended all around
are the words of
the poem dancing
around my head
waiting to be seen
heard and repeated
from the heart frozen
are my fingertips
as poetry melts my
life of many pages
.
.
*
out of the dark gray morning
the turtle dove calls
.
same song she plays
on all seasons to call me
.
out of sleep into the awakened
daily life the tiresome day life
.
holding a couple of songs
such as hers
to keep me standing
.
*
shallow the breath
deep the pain
searing me
calling out
my attention
I am left behind
utterly confused
.
*
serenity
is something
you became
.
in spite of
what you are
looking for
.
it’s the clear
skies after the
wind subside
.
*
wondering if sickness
is the absence of peace
or better is it the noise of pain
.
all over or in a specific
place the deterrent of poetry
.
the confusion it carries
severing us from my own idea
of the poetic space
.
*
me instead
known lover of silence
I have a bone inside of me
now like an old root curved
cracked a bit deformed
screaming out its deep pain
.
an unexpected growth
this tumor makes of its own
a loud and insistent sound
that I can’t understand
.
I feel like a mother at loss
trying to interpret the scream
.
to put a remedy to it
to put a loving tender caress
on top of it yet all I try
seems invane
.
this cry rips me
with each move
.
I do not speak
this language that
took over me while
trying to get out of me
it doesn’t want to leave
me clinging madly
demanding my attention
.
*
we had lived together
for quite some time
we did things together
I though I was all right
.
until I started to talk
about it and I was told
it was a malignant one
.
one that would have
certainly killed me
if I didn’t kill it first
so the fight started
to get it out of my tent
knifes and chemicals
it doesn’t seem to have
any desire to leave
.
I keep on thinking
why do I hold such slow
suicidal breakup modes
from toxic relationships
.
this is a clinger a real
stalker that keeps
on breaking in
.
*
once more
over and over I go
.
groping in the dark
as those bathrooms trips
.
in the night one more time
not clear minded enough
.
how to kill my latest
partner in life
.
before he finishes me
.